Slowly Max turned her head to look at him. “Now do you see?” “Cocaine?” he asked, assuming that would explain the woman’s risky behavior. “Nope. Sprite. Maybe Pepsi.” “Actually,” Blayne said, dropping to the ground and gliding to a stop in front of Max, “none of those things. Shirley Temples. Six of them.” She pumped her fist into the air and screamed out, “Woooooo-hoooo!” Then she grabbed Max’s hand and dragged her out onto the dance floor.
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